My name was Salmon, like the fish: first name Susie. I was fourteen when I was murdered on December 6, 1973. My murderer was a man from our neighbourhood. My mother liked his border flowers, and my father talked to him once about fertiliser

So begins the tale of a teenage girl’s murder and its aftermath, as narrated from heaven by the dead girl herself. The Lovely Bones is a dazzling and daring novel about life and death, forgiveness and vengeance but above all, an unforgettable novel about hope and finding light in the darkest of places.